My last date — and this is the truth — showed up at the door of my tiny apartment in Laguna Beach as a blind date, wearing ratty shorts, flip-flops and a T-shirt with a hole in it. A noticeable hole. Wearing a shirt with a hole in it?
Which is OK, because I feel like I would have needed to run his credit before dating him again. Good idea, Mom. If they have a lot of collections on there, your future together might not be so bright. Luckily, men have been contacting me on Facebook , wanting to strike up friendships.
Apparently, only men with puppies are allowed to post on Facebook. Although, nowadays, who knows? Not that it ever did any good — she never did listen to anything I say. Some of the romances, mostly arranged online, are clearly just ludicrous. Um, no. Her daughters are horrified. Her friends are horrified.
She is besotted and determined to bring him to the U. My kids are adopted. Great marriage material, in other words. My friend and I looked at an online dating site for old folks recently, urged on by one of my colleagues who met his latest spouse there, and I must say I was amazed at the number of older men pictured in their profiles wearing wife-beater T-shirts and mirrored sunglasses. I know lots of guys who are good husband material, which was proven when they married my friends decades ago.
If I ever did manage to get a date someday, it would have to be someone who likes to read. True story: My friend Janie is trying to teach me how to attract men. We were at Crystal Cove beach recently, where she was giving me tips as we walked along the shore. Apparently, I need to learn how to talk to random guys. Suddenly, she pointed to a guy wearing a shirt with an outline of a whale on it, and the word EAT emblazoned in the middle, who was walking toward us.
